A blissful encounter with a 23-year-old respectable woman, 172cm tall.

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a weekday, as usual, I logged onto a local dating website to search for a girlfriend. One woman I found described herself as looking for mature, handsome men and even left her phone number. I'd encountered this many times before; it was usually a prank, though it could also be a man. But I never give up on any opportunity, so I sent her a text message saying we could be friends. I received a reply shortly after, telling her to call. I was overjoyed. Since I was in the office, I immediately went to the restroom and dialed. It was a woman's voice, which reassured me; the chances of being scammed were slim. She asked who I was, and I told her I found the number online and that I was at work, so I'd send her a text message instead. We exchanged messages, and I learned she was 23, married with a three-month-old child, unemployed, and lived in a small town quite a distance from the city. So I suggested we be friends, but she said it was too far. I wondered if she wanted someone closer for convenience—I thought, "This is promising!" I told her I could come see her quickly, implying I owned a car. After dozens of text messages, we went from strangers to acquaintances.
Since I felt hopeful, I didn't want to drag it out, knowing many others would contact her after seeing my number; I couldn't let someone else succeed first. That noon, I texted her, asking to meet. She said in the afternoon. Delighted, I took a nap and immediately drove there. She told me to wait for her at the bus station in that town. I said I'd be there in 20 minutes, but she said it would take half an hour. So I said I'd... I waited for her. When I arrived at the station, I parked in a quiet spot by the roadside and texted her to let her know I'd arrived. She replied that she was almost there. After a while, a woman in white slowly rode by on a motorcycle. Since I didn't recognize her, I didn't call out to her. I saw her stop in the rearview mirror, picked up my phone to text, and then realized it was her. I called her over, and she sat in the front seat. Of course, I couldn't help but take a closer look. Long hair, slightly chubby, and taller than me—I later found out she was 172cm. I'd rate her looks a 76 out of 100. She seemed alright; I could add her to my list. We chatted in the car. She said she quit her job before getting married and has been staying home taking care of her child ever since, finding it quite boring. I noticed she had an MP3 player around her neck, so I asked if she had any good songs for me to listen to. I reached for it, my intention being to make some physical contact. She handed it to me, and I casually touched her hand. Then I put one earphone in my ear and the other in hers, trying to get our faces closer. I touched her hand with my left hand, and she didn't resist, while I stroked her long hair with my right. But I didn't want to make any further inappropriate moves, afraid of being seen as too lewd. We spent about half an hour like this in the car, leaving her with a good impression, and I invited her to visit the city often. She said she rarely came, so I said if she did come, she should definitely contact me. She smiled without saying anything. There was a little anecdote: a man called during the call, and she immediately recognized it as someone from a dating website. So she told me to answer, and when I did, I said, "You've dialed the wrong number." The man on the other end kept apologizing.
For the next few days, we continued texting each other daily, trying to build our relationship. Several times I almost lost hope because our conversations were getting quite flirtatious. I texted her saying maybe our meeting would spark passion, but she replied, "You can go to a disco." I was stunned—was she insulting me or what did she mean? I was at a loss for words, unsure how to respond. I thought it was hopeless. After a long while, she texted me again, asking if I was angry. Seeing she was still replying meant there was still hope, so we continued chatting. Yesterday afternoon, we texted again. By then, the flirtation was very strong. I texted her saying I wanted to hug her, kiss her, and kiss her whole body. Unexpectedly, she replied, "So you're a wolf in sheep's clothing!" I was speechless, but I knew this was my chance. After a while, I said, "I won't eat you." She asked if my ringtone was "The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing," because she'd heard it before. I said yes, I liked it. She replied that the song suited me well. I didn't know what she meant, but I figured since she'd seen through me, I had no choice but to go for it. So I said, "Yeah, are you scared?" She replied that she wasn't, that she was the hunter. Then I said, "Looks like I'm your prey now, at your mercy. Kill me or do with me as you please." She replied, "I wouldn't dare." Only then did my heart settle down. Actually, with my own qualities, I'd already attracted her.
Last night I sent her a text message saying I missed her. No reply, probably asleep. I woke up at night to find my penis hard, thinking it was time to give her a taste.
This morning at 7:30, I had just gotten up when I received a text from her saying she was in the city. I asked what she was doing there, alone. She said she was visiting, currently with a classmate. I said I'd do some work at work and then find her. She said we'd talk about it later. Around 9:00, she texted saying she was on the pedestrian street and asked me to come over. I figured she was definitely alone, so I drove over. She got in the car, and I drove straight to a hotel, saying we should get a room to rest and chat. She initially refused, but I said it was okay, we could talk later. She said, "We can only chat, okay?" Of course, I readily agreed, thinking that once we got to the room, there was no way we could escape. But to my dismay, the hotel didn't have any rooms available by the hour. So, we ended up at a hotel in the city center, which was actually my usual spot, but I was worried about it being crowded and running into acquaintances. It cost 70 yuan a day there, specifically for sex. Once in the room, I turned on the TV, boiled water, and we sat on the edge of the bed chatting. A Korean drama was playing, so I chatted with her for a while. Before I knew it, my left hand was on hers, my right hand around her waist, and I moved my lips to kiss her face, focusing on her ears and the back of her neck, among other sensitive areas. Then I tried to kiss her lips, but she refused several times, her mouth not opening. I had to be a little more forceful, so I pushed her down onto the bed and kissed her lips, my hand reaching through her pants to touch her vulva. I could already feel the flesh of her vulva. I gently caressed it, and she started moaning softly. I knew I had succeeded, so I slipped my middle finger inside her underwear to touch her vulva. It felt like a slit, with hardly any hair, and I couldn't feel her labia. I took it out and smelled it; there was no odor. I knew I was in for a treat. She was already very wet, so I could relax. I was so excited, but she was wearing jeans, which I absolutely hate! It took me ages to get them off. Her panties were incredibly sexy—the kind with lace trim and two drawstrings along the sides. I showered her with compliments, saying how sexy she was. Anyway, once the panties were off, I saw the freckles on her lower abdomen. I knew she'd had a C-section, so her vagina shouldn't be loose. Plus, she'd shaved her pubic hair during childbirth, so she was practically a shaved pubic. I examined her closely; her labia weren't exposed at all, just like a little girl's—very beautiful, unlike some women whose labia are turned inside out, which I found disgusting. I was ecstatic. So I got my penis in, mostly in the missionary position. The thrusting went well; after a while, I asked if I could ejaculate inside. She said no, the doctor said you can't get pregnant again within six months of giving birth. I didn't dare to be reckless, so I took a condom from my pocket, put it on, and continued the battle. Knowing she had just given birth and would definitely have breast milk, even though her breasts were quite full, I didn't squeeze them, afraid it would spray out. I just pulled up my shirt and bra, but some milk inevitably got trapped, and it leaked out. I laughed and asked if I could have a sip, but she patted me and said no, you bad boy. I didn't insist, but quite a bit of milk leaked out and soaked her shirt. Luckily, I had already taken my clothes off. Her vagina was well-formed, not loose at all, but not too tight either, and it felt incredibly comfortable inside. After wearing a condom and penetrating for several minutes, I ejaculated profusely, leaving me drenched in sweat. Seeing the flush on her face, I knew she must have enjoyed it too.
I had brought two condoms, planning to go again, but firstly, age is catching up with us, and secondly, we were both hungry, so we went out to find a coffee shop for lunch. I planned to take her home after lunch, but she said she wanted to go shopping with her friends. I said I couldn't take her home then, as my wife needed the car this afternoon (I wasn't lying), and that if she came to the city next time, I could contact me and I would take her home.

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